Take the Blade, Sir

"You're courting death!" Hu Zhang flew into a rage. Yang Yi's arrogance felt like a grave provocation to his authority. With a flick of his wrist, he thrust his great spear straight at Yang Yi.

His great spear was forged entirely from Hundred-Forged Iron and weighed tremendously. Even an ordinary Lan Blood would find it difficult to wield against an enemy, yet in his hands, it was as light as nothing.

This strike truly sent the spear forth like a dragon.

The great spear was already immensely heavy, and with Hu Zhang's True Blood power behind it, not to mention Yang Yi, a mere Lan Blood—even a True Blood would not dare take it head-on so casually.

Yang Yi met it with his sword. He used no sword technique, merely slashing diagonally, striking exactly three inches beneath the spearhead.

Hiss...

A strange sound rang out. The spearhead flew off at once, grazing Yang Yi's cheek before embedding itself in the wall behind him.

The imposing Hu Zhang froze. He stared fixedly at the spearhead that had flown away, then looked at his own spear.

A neat, smooth diagonal cut had appeared on its shaft...

He could scarcely believe his eyes!

His great spear was as thick as a forearm. It had been forged specifically for clashes between True Blood Realm fighters, and he had fought quite a few True Blood Realm opponents with it, yet it had barely suffered any serious damage.

And yet, this incomparably hard spear had been sliced apart today as easily as cutting tofu?

"What kind of sword is that?" Hu Zhang stared at the Moonlight Essence Sword in Yang Yi's hand, his expression filled with shock and uncertainty, his eyes blazing with desire.

There truly were several famed divine weapons in the martial world, but even those divine weapons could never possibly be this sharp!

Such a divine weapon was in the hands of a Lan Blood?

What a waste of heaven's gifts! If he possessed such a divine weapon, his strength could rise by thirty percent out of thin air!

While he was distracted, Yang Yi did not idle about. Having sliced off the spearhead, he immediately launched an offensive, waves of sword light spreading forth.

Drizzling Night Rain Sword!

This sword technique did give Yang Yi a soft, limp feeling and did not suit his usual style, but it was perfectly suited to the current situation.

Sword light swept forth as Yang Yi moved with his sword, pressing forward step by step. Hu Zhang, meanwhile, retreated step by step.

Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss...

Amid a string of sounds, section after section of the spear shaft was severed. The crisp noises were like chopping sugarcane.

In just three breaths, the twelve-foot spear had been reduced to only a section of its tail in Hu Zhang's hand, completely turned into a short stick.

"Fuck me..."

Hu Zhang was dumbfounded. Having roamed the martial world for so many years, he had never encountered anything as bizarre as this.

Yet because of this, his gaze toward the Moonlight Essence Sword grew even hotter.

Such a treasured sword was meant to be wielded by him!

But he finally understood what Yang Yi was relying on. It was clearly this treasured sword.

"Nothing but the advantage of a weapon..." he growled, smashing the short stick in his hand toward Yang Yi, only for it to be cleaved in half by a single sword stroke.

Hu Zhang did not continue retreating. Instead, while Yang Yi was drawing back his sword, he rushed in close and slammed directly toward Yang Yi's chest.

Yang Yi's mind was highly focused, and his sword momentum became ever more continuous, yet he simply could not stab Hu Zhang at all.

Just as when he had faced the Black Wind Stronghold bandits at the outpost, where he could remain at ease even when fighting one against many, Hu Zhang's eyesight and reactions were faster than his. Thus, even with the advantage in weaponry, there was nothing he could do if he could not hit him.

This was the gap in realm between Lan Blood and True Blood. No matter how high the quality of Yang Yi's blood and vitality, he could not make up for it.

In but an instant, Hu Zhang had reached Yang Yi. He grinned viciously. "Kid, don't think that having a treasured sword means you can do whatever you please. Today, I'll show you the difference between Lan Blood and True Blood!"

As his words fell, he raised a hand and grabbed for Yang Yi's face. Yang Yi flashed backward and stabbed out with his sword at the same time.

Hu Zhang reacted swiftly as well, viciously slapping his palm against the blade.

The two men's violent strength collided within the sword blade.

Crack...

Under that palm strike, the Moonlight Essence Sword shattered into fragments, breaking into several pieces.

"I..." Hu Zhang froze again.

Such a divine treasured sword... why was it so brittle?

Yang Yi was stunned as well, the same thought rising in his mind.

He had only known before that the Moonlight Essence Sword was exceptionally sharp and had a blood-breaking effect. He truly had not known that the sword was not very durable.

In truth, it was not that its durability was lacking. The Moonlight Essence Sword itself was forged from Hundred-Forged Iron, and its strength was up to standard. It was merely that Moonlight Essence's enhancement seemingly did not strengthen that aspect.

It was not hard to understand. The Moonlight Essence Sword's sharpness and blood-breaking effect were changes brought about by absorbing Moonlight Essence, but its material had not changed because of it. Thus, whatever strength the Moonlight Essence Sword had before was what it still had now.

Had Hu Zhang been a Lan Blood, he could not have destroyed the Moonlight Essence Sword. But his True Blood strike had undoubtedly exceeded the limit the Moonlight Essence Sword could withstand.

"My sword!" Hu Zhang's heart was bleeding.

In his mind, the Moonlight Essence Sword had already been his possession. Naturally, it pained him to see it shattered by his own palm.

Well, that settled it. The great spear had been cut apart, and the Moonlight Essence Sword had been destroyed. The two of them had suddenly returned to fighting bare-handed.

Their distraction lasted only an instant before they clashed again.

Losing the treasured sword undoubtedly enraged Hu Zhang greatly. Every punch he threw was with all his strength.

In such a fight, Yang Yi was faintly no match for him. After only a few breaths, he was sent flying by a blow.

"Take the blade, sir!" A shout came from behind him. Lu Qianshan, who had been watching from the side, saw that the situation had turned dire. He found the Moonlight Essence Blade amid the ruins and threw it to Yang Yi.

As he threw the blade, he raised his sword and charged at Hu Zhang.

In that brief span of time, he had already made his decision.

Since he had pledged himself to Yang Yi and had even taken the Bloodbane Pill, he truly had no choice.

He knew he was no match for Hu Zhang, but even if he could only buy Yang Yi a single instant, that was where he could demonstrate his value in surviving.

"Get lost!" How could Hu Zhang possibly take Lu Qianshan seriously? Seeing him charge over, he casually threw a punch.

Lu Qianshan screamed as he flew away.

Sly bastard...

That was Hu Zhang's assessment. His punch had not even had time to touch Lu Qianshan before the man had flown off. He was clearly just putting on a show.

On the other side, Yang Yi had already grasped the blade. Seeing Hu Zhang charge at him, he swiftly met him head-on.

As the blade momentum unfolded, it immediately gave him a feeling entirely different from before.

Unlike the fine, unbroken flow of the Drizzling Night Rain Sword, the Azure Sea Tideborn Blade perfectly suited his broad and sweeping style. Thus, with a blade in hand, Yang Yi looked even more at home.

But with the earlier experience, how could Yang Yi not know that his Moonlight Essence Blade was just as brittle as the Moonlight Essence Sword? Naturally, he avoided letting Hu Zhang strike it head-on.

After only five exchanges, Yang Yi finally found an opening when Hu Zhang threw a punch toward him, and he slashed his blade at Hu Zhang's arm.

He knew clearly that when fighting a True Blood, the shortcoming in his own reactions was an irreparable weakness. Unless the opportunity was right, he would likely find it difficult to land a blow on Hu Zhang.

If he wanted to succeed, he could only trade injury for injury!

Facing Yang Yi's slash, Hu Zhang did not dodge, because as long as Yang Yi took this punch, even if he did not die, he would be severely wounded. Then the overall situation would be decided.

"I refuse to believe you have a second treasure like that!"